Introduction

I don't like the word blog, so I have decided never to use it again (present use accepted, of course). Instead, I will refer to this collection of characters as a neural stimulator, as my brain seems to be rather lacking in that department (among others, though I do not attempt to address them here). Unfortunately, this stimulator is not retroactive, and therefore the first 1450 weeks of my life are left shrouded in darkness, entrusted forever to a flawed biological unit. I will attempt to connect current events to events past to try to shed some light on this darkness as time marches on. Notice that I used the word 'attempt'; I am now relieved of any actual obligation because you, the reader, cannot know whether I have genuinely tried. You might have also noted that I used the word 'marches' to describe the progress of time - I used it because I often look at the future in a rather negative manner. I sometimes feel like my best years are behind me (particularly the childhood years), and I certainly feel like the Earth's best years are behind it. As time goes on, I find the former to be less true (which justifies the existence of this stimulator) and the latter to be more true.

I am not particularly knowledgable when it comes to world events / social causes, so I will leave that eternal discussion to those more qualified. It would be rather like a goldfish commenting on Victorian architecture (which, not at all interestingly, I also know nothing about). This stimulator will focus solely on my life, and as a result, it will be of very little interest to viritually any other lifeform capable of understanding it. I would be interested to know if I am mistaken!

- Maltesehamster